Kenny's Happy Memory
A South Park FanFic
Oneshot
Kenny was not ususally the kind of person to sit outside a classroom and cry. But here he was, knees hugged to his chest and tears running down his cheeks.
Yes, he knew he was pathetic, but what could he do?
His drama teacher, Miss Day, came out and regarded him silently.
"Are you ready to come back inside?" She asked quietly.
Kenny simply shook his head. He didn't feel like talking, and he certainly did not want to join the several other crying students back in the hall.
Miss Day nodded. "When you're ready." She told him, and went back to her class.
Kenny hugged his knees tighter and sighed. He was glad there were no other classes nearby, glad there was no-one to see how much pain he was in.
He heard the rest of the class moving around and knew he had to hurry back. He told his friends he was going to the bathroom, but really he had asked miss Day to excuse him so he could come out here and cry.
Stupid drama excercises. He cursed.
Kenny was always sad, just not so anyone could see. He ususally kept his little crying jags for when he was alone, in bed or taking a walk in the woods. This time, however, he couldn't help it.
Miss Day had announced they were trying something new today. She had warned the class that some may find it upsetting, and gone on to explain they were going to draw on their own experience in order to make their acting better. However, it was subliminal, and the memories they accessed may affect them negatively.
She had encouraged anyone feeling particularly upset to just sit up and not think anymore. Kenny had thought he was untouchable, emotionless. He lay down and emptied his mind, not a hard feat, and waited for the first instruction.
Miss Day had started with objects, saying them to provoke memories involving them. Then she had moved onto emotions, and that's when shit got real.
The first had been shyness.
Silence.
Happiness.
Silence.
Sadness.
The sounds of several people sitting up and hitching breaths.
Kenny had stayed where he was, paralysed from the fear that gripped him.
Shyness, he hadn't been able to grasp a memory quickly enough before Miss Day moved on.
A happy memory had come to him all too quickly, one that he hadn't thought of in a while.
It was like he was there, like his body was tilting, pushing him back in time.
He was sitting on the floor of a familiar room, laughing harder than he had ever laughed before. Beside him were two boys. Stan and Kyle. They were laughing too.
The laughter was not awkward, as it really should have been. He and Kyle had only just gotten together, the group dynamic was all wrong, and Stan had been acting weird as shit.
But they were laughing hysterically at a joke that Kenny couldn't remember now.
Kenny was so high in that moment. He felt everything was going to be alright. It didn't matter that he and Kyle never kissed, it didn't matter that he was actually in love with Stan. It was going to work out.
Miss Day encouraged them to let their minds drift again, but Kenny was stuck, stuck with the pretty picture of Stan's laughing face.
A huge, looming thought slammed into his chest, ripping apart his fragile heart.
He would never be that happy again.
He would never, no matter how much Eric loved him, be as happy as, say, the moment when Stan confessed his love, and kissed him in the cold night, despite the fact that Kyle was just on the other side of his front door, putting on his shoes. He would never be happy like that again.
Not without Stan.
This was when the tears had begun. Miss Day went on to talk about sad memories, but this happy memory, Stan's laughing face, the fact he felt he was there, finally happy again, was enough to drive Kenny over the edge. He was stuck.
When Miss Day finally told them to let go, Kenny became unstuck and grunted something about the bathroom to Eric, who looked at him concernedly. To Miss Day, Kenny simply said he wished to be excused. Seeing the tears brimming in his eyes, she told him to wait outside.
Kenny lamented pathetically, sniffling. He remembered all the times Stan had took his hand in a seemingly friendly gesture, but it had still made his heart race, and the tears only came faster.
He had eventually, though, given up on Stan ever admitting his love. Heartbroken, he had eventually given in to Eric's demands and had sex with him. Kyle eventually found out, and the break up was awkward and messy, with complications. Kenny agreed to give Eric a try.
On the same night Stan confessed his love.
Kenny had cried and cried. His life was ruined. Being Kyle's best friend, Stan had to take his side. They had moved schools together, Kyle wanting to be as far away from Kenny as possible, Stan not wanting to see Eric slamming Kenny against lockers passionately. Last Kenny had heard, the two were dating.
Anger overtook sadness within him and he slammed a clenched fist to the wall. Standing, he lurched down the corridor as if drunk. He reached the bathroom stall just in time, and spilled his guts into the toilet bowl.
He sat on the cold tile floor and cried. He cried for himself, the wrongs he'd done to Kyle, to Eric.
But mostly, he cried because he didn't have Stan.
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That sucked, but I needed to get it out of my system Kenny x Stan is an amazing pairing and it's sucks I haven't written one before.